"Kneel down!"
"Hai..."
Ito Hirobumi was as humble as an ant in front of the Golden Buddha. He touched Russia on the tatami, his buttocks were sticking out, and cold sweat was pouring out layer after layer all over his body!
Sakamoto Ryoma was sitting in front of him. At this moment, he was really like a golden Arhat. The infinite pressure pressed Ito Hirobumi to the ground.
Time passed by minute by minute, and several pieces of the tatami mat under Ito Hirobumi's body had been soaked with sweat, but the great monk Longshi still did not speak.
The Taishan-like pressure has not dissipated at all, and Ito's mood is about to collapse!
Finally, he used all his strength and his last bit of courage to say, "Please...the elder enlighten me...where did the disciple go wrong..."
"Shut up! What qualifications do you have to call me a disciple? Have I accepted you? Have I taught you? Are you willing to listen to me?"
"Elder... no no no... master... please have mercy, master... I am willing to listen to master's teachings!"
"Where did my disciple go wrong? Master, please tell me clearly!"
"Baga!" Sakamoto Ryoma stood up and kicked Ito on the shoulder. Ito rolled out of the hall and fell into the yard like a ball.
But Ito didn't disobey at all. He got up, rushed over, knelt down, and said humbly, "Master, please enlighten me..."
"Baga..." Sakamoto Ryuu immediately kicked him again. The ball was kicked into the yard again, and then Ito got up and knelt down again!
After going back and forth three times, Ito fully demonstrated the superiority and inferiority inherent in Japanese people. From the beginning to the end, there was no resistance at all, and he did not dare to have an unhappy expression on his face. His eyes were always full of panic and humility!
Sakamoto Ryoma was sitting on a low stool, looking at the resigned look of Ito in front of him, and suddenly felt a trace of reluctance in his heart!
He suddenly thought that a long time ago, when he was a young lower-class samurai, he faced the bullying of the upper-class samurai but did not dare to disobey. What was the difference between himself at that time and Ito now?
At that time, Sakamoto Ryoma was the lowest samurai of the Tosa Domain. Even if he saw the feudal lord, he would kneel on the roadside and dare not raise his head even when he saw a high-ranking samurai!
Even if there is a puddle of mud beside the road, you have to kneel down without any dissatisfaction!
The self at that time was so similar to the Ito now!
"It was you who contacted the British? Was it you who sent Audrey to Lin Zhen's house? Was it you who asked Mrs. A Chou to send the telegram to Cai Bixia? You are the driving force behind this conflict, right?"
"You're crazy! Don't you want to live? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
Ito finally waited until Ryoma Sakamoto spoke up about the problem. Finally, this heavy pressure finally had an outlet!
"Hai..." Ito spoke with a cry in his voice, "It's not wrong...it's all my doing...I arranged all of this!"
"But I don't think I'm wrong! I'm thinking about Fusang's next hundred years!"
"Baga..." There was a loud slap, and blood flowed from the corner of Ito's mouth.
But Ito Hirobumi didn't even wipe it. He knelt on the ground but straightened his waist, and faced Ryoma Sakamoto calmly!
"Master... you are the highest-status Fusang person among the Chinese! You even have the noble dragon bloodline of the head of state. You should be the patron saint of our Fusang people!"
"Don't you really understand what I've done?"
"I won't hide my plan from you. I'm just like an ant in front of you. As long as you open your mouth, I can immediately disembowel you here!"
"But... after I die, please come out, take over this group of forces, and protect me, Fusang, and all the people in peace!"
"What on earth are you going to say? Have the Chinese people given you any uneasy days? Isn't it written in the Chinese code that the head of state's words that all people are equal are not written in the Chinese code?"
"Which one of the Fuso merchants, workers, students, and Five Elements and Eight Works was oppressed? Except when the Chinese first established their country, in order to punish the Shimadzu family for their colonial rule of Naha!"
"The head of state once introduced punitive taxes... We Fuso people have to pay a lot more taxes! But after so many years, the punitive policy has ended!"
"Now even taxation is equal, what else are you dissatisfied with? You said I refused to come out? When the Chinese Council abolished the previous punitive policy, did you think I was sleeping in the back?"
"Baga! Now you are actually colluding with the British and stumbling upon Xiang Ying and Cai Bixia! You are crazy about power!"
Ito Hirobumi had two lines of clear tears on his cheeks at this moment, and his expression suddenly became extremely aggrieved, "Yes... I'm going crazy for rights!"
"What I have to do is to support the prince well and make him a wise king in the future, a great emperor who can be recorded in the history of the world!"
"This is my only purpose. I am a vine, and the prince is the big tree! I just want to support the prince to become great!"
"Others can't do it! Xiang Ying can't do it! If he comes to power, he will share the prince's power!"
"Not only that, Xiangying is too dangerous... He hates us Fuso people!"
"Master! Don't you understand yet? What do the stormtroopers believe in? They are even going to be upgraded to the stormtroopers! He wants to implement a policy that only puts the Han people first!"
"They want to use the Ming Dynasty as a standard line. All ethnic groups that have been integrated into the Han ethnic group in the Ming Dynasty are the core Chinese ethnic groups. Those who have been integrated into the Ming Dynasty after the Ming Dynasty are the candidates for exam preparation!"
"What about us Fusang? We had a war with China during the Ming Dynasty! He Xiang Ying looks down on us from the bottom of his heart!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Ito Hirobumi lay on the tatami and cried bitterly.
"Master... take a look at how Xiang Ying's faction dealt with the Eight Banners of the Manchus! My intelligence network has smelled something different!"
"Xiang Lin and his group want to commit genocide! They want to kill all the Manchus in the Eight Banners, leaving no one behind!"
"They can do this to the Eight Banners Manchus now, and they can do this to us in the future!"
"What can I do? I must leave a way out for our Fusang nation! We don't have the strength to resist. Now the Chinese military is too powerful and we are no match for them!"
"Who else can I count on besides the prince? Can I count on you? You have gone into seclusion and it is difficult for us to even meet!"
"So I must support the crown prince. We must let the crown prince hold real power, the kind of absolute power that can suppress Xiang Ying!"
"Only in this way can I have rights and protect our compatriots!"
All color drained from Sakamoto Ryoma's face: "Why is this! Why is it... Xiang Ying and Lin Zhen can't do it, they really can't!"
"Haha...hahaha...no way? Master, do you dare to take a gamble?"
"What are you betting on?" Sakamoto Ryoma asked.
"Bet on Emperor Tongzhi's life!"
"How do you say this?" Sakamoto Ryoma's expression changed drastically.
